RAIN
(Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder)
Shorty make it, clap I make it rain
Watch me do my dance, I do my thing
All white range, like cocaine
She said she stripper, entertain me
I said I'm a baller, I throw big bread
I might pour a 4, I use a big red
Audi horse power, like it's Red Dead
I ain't talking pencils, you can get lead
Niggas gas you up, you talking too hot
Make a nigga pull up, you can get popped
Nigga I'm the chef and you could get chopped
We be in the bank, you wanna life swap
I know I'm the realest that done did it, nigga
Talking 'bout the past, you always bitching, nigga
You be in the bleachers, I be pitching, nigga
Sell it to the fiends that got a fixing, nigga
Diamonds going crazy on my Rolex
Flex like nigga off the 'roids, off my bowflex
Yo', ask me how I'm doing, I get those checks
Two times for you niggas broke that get no neck
Yo', had to make it rain like it's cold out
Drip from my car to my belt, fuck you know 'bout?
Yo', married to the bread, I got no spouse
You already heard it from the champ, I got no doubt, yo'
Shorty make it, clap I make it rain, ayy
Watch me do my dance, I do my thing
All white range, like cocaine
She said she stripper, entertain me
I said I'm a baller, I throw big bread
I might pour a 4, I use a big red
Audi horse power, like it's Red Dead
I ain't talking pencils, you can get lead
Shorty make it, clap I make it rain
Watch me do my dance, I do my thing
All white range, like cocaine
She said she stripper, entertain me
I said I'm a baller, I throw big bread
I might pour a 4, I use a big red
Audi horse power, like it's Red Dead
I ain't talking pencils, you can get lead
Niggas gas you up, you talking too hot
Make a nigga pull up, you can get popped
Nigga I'm the chef and you could get chopped
We be in the bank, you wanna life swap
I know I'm the realest that done did it, nigga
Talking 'bout the past, you always bitching, nigga
You be in the bleachers, I be pitching, nigga
Sell it to the fiends that got a fixing, nigga
Diamonds going crazy on my Rolex
Flex like nigga off the 'roids, off my bowflex
Yo', ask me how I'm doing, I get those checks
Two times for you niggas broke that get no neck
Yo', had to make it rain like it's cold out
Drip from my car to my belt, fuck you know 'bout?
Yo', married to the bread, I got no spouse
You already heard it from the champ, I got no doubt, yo'
Shorty make it, clap I make it rain, ayy
Watch me do my dance, I do my thing
All white range, like cocaine
She said she stripper, entertain me
I said I'm a baller, I throw big bread
I might pour a 4, I use a big red
Audi horse power, like it's Red Dead
I ain't talking pencils, you can get lead
Credits
Writer(s): Peter De Rose, Billy Hill
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